“Jackie Treehorn treats objects like women, man!”
Don’t fuck me, Tony. Don’t you ever try to fuck me : scarface
We’ve gone on holiday by mistake. : withnail and I
don’t bother getting married mate, just find someone you hate and buy ’em a house : Kenny
You’re a magnificant cunt aren’t you Miss White: Inside Man
Women have become so forward, taking advantage of etiquette. (Early Summer, I believe? Someone should confirm this).
One even smiled at me in the grocery store today! What’s wrong with our generation?
“I’m not letting anybody suck my blood!” — Accattone
If you’re going to try, go all the way. Otherwise don’t even start. This could mean losing girlfriends, wives, relatives, jobs. And maybe your mind. It could mean not eating for three or four days. It could mean freezing on a park bench. It could mean jail. It could mean derision. It could mean mockery, isolation. Isolation is the gift. All the others are a test of your endurance. Of how much you really want to do it. And you’ll do it, despite rejection in the worst odds. And it will be better than anything else you can imagine. If you’re going to try, go all the way. There is no other feeling like that. You will be alone with the gods. And the nights will flame with fire. You will ride life straight to perfect laughter. It’s the only good fight there is.
- Moi, j’ai dit bizarre, bizarre, comme c’est étrange ! Pourquoi aurais je dit bizarre, bizarre ?
Louis Jouvet dans Drôle de Drame de Marcel Carné
“Besides, I had my ambition to comfort me. This desire to be unknown, unwanted and unnoticed. I wasn’t about to chase the American wet dream. I’d rather get drunk.”
—Ben Gazzara in Tales of Ordinary Madness (1981)
This pretty much sums up my outlook on life.
“Not ten minutes ago, I …I tried to kill a stray cat with a cabbage…and all but made love to the lady Rowena. I succeeded in squashing the cabbage and badly frightening the lady. If only I could lay open my own brain as easily as I did that vegetable . . . let’s go for a stroll . . .”
- Vincent Price in The Tomb of Ligeia (1965)
Tom Ripley: “Hold my watch, because if it breaks I’ll kill everyone on this train”.-Ripley’s Game
Armand: “The world changes, we do not, there lies the irony that finally kills us”.-Interview With The Vampire
Michel Poiccard: Reminds me of the one about the condemned man. Climbing the scaffold stairs, he trips, and says, "It figures… "-Breathless
And Last But Not Least This one:
There’s only one thing you can do with a girl like this. Walk naked into the sea together as the sun sets. Make love once… Then die.
fear and loathing in Las Vegas
“Strange memories on this nervous night in Las Vegas. Five years later? Six? It seems like a lifetime, or at least a Main Era—the kind of peak that never comes again. San Francisco in the middle sixties was a very special time and place to be a part of. Maybe it meant something. Maybe not, in the long run . . . but no explanation, no mix of words or music or memories can touch that sense of knowing that you were there and alive in that corner of time and the world. Whatever it meant. . . .
History is hard to know, because of all the hired bullshit, but even without being sure of “history” it seems entirely reasonable to think that every now and then the energy of a whole generation comes to a head in a long fine flash, for reasons that nobody really understands at the time—and which never explain, in retrospect, what actually happened.
My central memory of that time seems to hang on one or five or maybe forty nights—or very early mornings—when I left the Fillmore half-crazy and, instead of going home, aimed the big 650 Lightning across the Bay Bridge at a hundred miles an hour wearing L. L. Bean shorts and a Butte sheepherder’s jacket . . . booming through the Treasure Island tunnel at the lights of Oakland and Berkeley and Richmond, not quite sure which turn-off to take when I got to the other end (always stalling at the toll-gate, too twisted to find neutral while I fumbled for change) . . . but being absolutely certain that no matter which way I went I would come to a place where people were just as high and wild as I was: No doubt at all about that. . . .
There was madness in any direction, at any hour. If not across the Bay, then up the Golden Gate or down 101 to Los Altos or La Honda. . . . You could strike sparks anywhere. There was a fantastic universal sense that whatever we were doing was right, that we were winning. . . .
And that, I think, was the handle—that sense of inevitable victory over the forces of Old and Evil. Not in any mean or military sense; we didn’t need that. Our energy would simply prevail. There was no point in fighting—on our side or theirs. We had all the momentum; we were riding the crest of a high and beautiful wave. . . .
So now, less than five years later, you can go up on a steep hill in Las Vegas and look West, and with the right kind of eyes you can almost see the high-water mark—that place where the wave finally broke and rolled back."
“I guess it’s better if you know it sucks now, than working on it for two years and then realizing it sucks.”Palindromes
“I wish I liked anything as much as my kids like bubbles. "Knocked Up
“In heaven everything is fine” Eraserhead
“You are what you love, not what loves you.” (Adaptation) It’s so great and true that it never gets cheesy.
“ I must say, for a charming, intelligent girl, you certainly surrounded yourself with a remarkable collection of dopes.”—Detective Mark McPherson (Dana Andrews) to Laura Hunt (Gene Tierney) in LAURA.
A few from the quotable Hal Hartley:
•"There’s only trouble and desire… and when you desire something you get in trouble but when you’re in trouble, you don’t desire anything at all" (from SIMPLE MEN)
•"To know we can die is to be dead already" (from THEORY OF ACHIEVEMENT)
•"A family is like a gun. You point it in the wrong direction and you could kill someone" (from TRUST)
•"Listen, you can’t waltz in here, use my toaster and spout universal truths without qualifications" (from SURVIVING DESIRE)
•"An honest man is always in trouble" (from HENRY FOOL)
•"I’m not mixed up, I’m depressed" (from THE UNBELIEVABLE TRUTH)
•"It’s my memoirs, my confession.
-What have you done ?
-I’ve been bad, repeatedly" (from HENRY FOOL)
“A ghoul, as I’m sure you know, is a disgusting creature who opens graves and feeds on corpses.” – Baron Sardonicus
“YOUR MOTHER SUCKS COCK IN HELL!!!”
From The Exorcist
NOTE: I first saw THE EXORCIST as an 8-year old boy.
The imagery I had formed in my little head after hearing the above quote was of HITLER and THE MAN-GOAT HIMSELF getting a blow job from some poor old Italan lady.
“They say the eagle flies on Friday.”
Sailor in Wild at Heart (1990)
“Awful girls. No class and stuck up. Stupid as well. Where are all the good girls? Japan is finished.” – AUDITION (1999)
“Are you a Mexican or a Mexi-CAN’T?!”
Every damn word of “Millers Crossing”!
Do I have an original thought in my head? My bald head.
Maybe if I were happier, my hair wouldn’t be falling out.
Life is short. I need to make the most of it.
Today is the first day of the rest of my life. I’m a walking cliché.
I really need to go to the doctor and have my leg checked.
There’s something wrong. A bump.
The dentist called again. I’m way overdue. If I stop putting things off, I would be happier.
All I do is sit on my fat ass. If my ass wasn’t fat I would be happier.
I wouldn’t have to wear these shirts with the tails out all the time. Like that’s fooling anyone. Fat ass.
I should start jogging again. Five miles a day. Really do it this time.
Maybe rock climbing. I need to turn my life around.
What do I need to do? I need to fall in love. I need to have a girlfriend.
I need to read more, improve myself.
What if I learned Russian or something? Or took up an instrument? I could speak Chinese.
I’d be the screenwriter who speaks Chinese and plays the oboe. That would be cool.
I should get my hair cut short.
Stop trying to fool myself and everyone else into thinking I have a full head of hair.
How pathetic is that? Just be real. Confident. Isn’t that what women are attracted to?
Men don’t have to be attractive. But that’s not true. Especially these days.
Almost as much pressure on men as there is on women these days.
Why should I be made to feel I have to apologize for my existence? Maybe it’s my brain chemistry.
Maybe that’s what’s wrong with me. Bad chemistry.
All my problems and anxiety can be reduced to a chemical imbalance or some kind of misfiring synapses.
I need to get help for that. But I’ll still be ugly though. Nothing’s gonna change that.
I won’t settle for anything less than the brutal truth. Brutal!
Each day I’ll hand you a scrap of paper. It’ll tell you what happened to you that day.
“You felt a lump in your breast. You looked at your wife and saw a stranger.” Etcetera.
And I’m not excusing myself from this either.
I will have someone play me, to delve into the murky, cowardly depths of my lonely, fucked-up being.
He’ll get notes, too. And they will correspond to the “notes” I truly get each day from my God.
—Synecdoche, New York
“I’m not a baby. I’m a tumor.” Hellboy 2: The Golden Army
“There are a million little strings attached to every choice you make. You can destroy your life every time you chose. But maybe you won’t know for twenty years! And you may never ever trace it to its source and you’ll only get one chance to play it out.
And they say there is no fate, but there is! It’s what you create. Even though the world goes on for aeons and aeons, you are only here for a fraction of a fraction of a second.
Most of your time you spend being dead or not yet born but while alive you wait in vain! Wasting years for a phone call or a letter or a look from someone or something to make it all right. And it never comes, or it seems to but it doesn’t really. So you spend your time in vague regret or vaguer hope that something good will come along, something to make you feel co…nnected, something to make you feel whole, something to make you feel loved.
And the truth is: I feel so angry, and the truth is: I feel so fucking sad, and the truth is: I felt so fucking hurt for so fucking long and for just as long I’ve been pretending I’m okay, just to get along, just for… I don’t know why.
Maybe because no one wants to hear about my misery because they have their own.
Well, fuck everybody.
“TAKE THE FUCKING ELEPHANT!!!”
“Get away from her, you bitch!”
“Well, everyone knows Custer died at Little Bighorn. What this book presupposes is… maybe he didn’t. "